We entered the wormhole in space, which is a direct but uncomfortable way to travel, as gravity goes up and down and all over the place, and we’re thrown about a fair bit. There was no holding back the parrot on his Mission of Love. “It just so happens that in precisely 13 hours and 4 minutes time, we will be passing the entrance to a wormhole that leads directly to the planet where there is a rose ready and waiting to be plucked. “I don’t fear,” replied Polly, but the parrot took no notice. “But a second in the eternity of love!” she replied. “You see, what you can find if you only look,” said Polly.Īt this point, Marlow put in a word, “Ah, hum, I think I should point out, Polly, because my friend the parrot is a little shy to explain this, that a million light-years would take us 50 million years to travel, which is quite a detour.” “There’s a planet with a rose on it, and it’s only a million light-years out of our way.” Oh, look.” he was examining the space charts. “No, no, no, of course not, I would never mean to imply any such thing, my dear. Is that too much to ask? Are my tastes extravagant? Are you calling me unreasonable?” fired back Polly. “But we are in the middle of space!” protested the parrot. “A genius-level brain shouldn’t have trouble figuring it out, but I shall help you. “I was wondering,” said the parrot, “what I could do that would please you?” “Because you have been silent for a full ten minutes. “Why on earth would you think that, my dear?” replied the parrot, shaking his head. At first, our parrot appeared not to hear the question until she squawked it again, only louder - and right in his ear. “It is plain that you do not understand me or female birds in general.”Īfter this rebuff, our parrot seemed to lose hope. But when he asked her if she would like to play 3d chess, she replied, While he was reciting his little heart out, Polly pretended not to be paying much attention, but I do believe that she was pleased with the parrot’s poem and flattered, because, for several hours, she laid off complaining. What a brilliant find, for a genius mind, are you!” More mysterious than the most cryptic crossword clue. After some time - at least two of my sleeps - he had composed a poem. He took a pencil in his beak and contemplated. “I almost died of boredom listening to the one you just told.” “Would you like to hear another chapter of my remarkable biography?” I’m not sure how much of the tale Polly heard because she had her head on one side and her eyes closed, but he didn't seem to notice that she was dozing.Īt the end of his story, when he had described how the people of the world begged him to take a job as emperor for life, he refused the crown three times - an episode that I must have missed. According to him, his term as President was a huge success. His angle was slightly different from my version of the story. The parrot took up her suggestion and spent three days (measured in Earth time) recounting how he became president of the World. I woofed my support for this excellent idea because, when I am not sleeping, I myself wile away the endless space journeys by composing my memoirs, which you are now hearing. “Perhaps you could tell me a story?” she suggested. He even offered to play Japanese Scrabble with her, but she picked up one of the game pieces in her claw and shook her beak. He called her “My dear hen-friend.” He preened her plumage. The parrot did all he could to charm and amuse Polly. In fact, the ‘Love Match Made in Space’ was not working out well at all. The parrot was totally smitten by Polly, and he was busy making wedding plans, but it turned out that she was resistant to his charms. So now there were four of us onboard our ship. The parrot rescued her from her gilded cage, and we escaped back into space. She was a parrot who was being held captive by a family of lizards. In a previous episode, I told you how my friend, the parrot, dated Polly from the Planet of the Lizards. Proofed and audio edited by Jana Elizabeth. Dedicated to Teddy and Ernest Wallace in Australia
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